WES FLIES IN FOR A PICNIC
My friend Wes emailed awhile back to inquire if I was free for lunch on Wednesday. Since that is my only day off in the summer, and I'd certainly love to have lunch with him, I said yes. While lunch with a friend may sound ordinary to you, this particular friend lives 500 miles away and was flying up in a little 2-seater Cessna plane. Prior to this event, his longest solo flight was San Francisco to Lake Tahoe (1 hour), so this 3.5 hour flight was a big deal for him.
I imagined Wes might be a bit tired out and keyed up, and decided rather than going to a restaurant, a picnic would be a mighty fine idea. I grabbed my picnic basket and snuck into the Gourmet Lady shop, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might try to enter during closed hours. I did some fast hunting and gathering and brought gourmet treats with me: smoked salmon pate, fancy crackers, spreadable goat cheese, orange biscotti, chocolates, mint water (no wine for pilots!), and even gin-gins in case he had a queasy tummy from flying.
The plane landed smoothly, and out jumped Wes, all smiles. He was thrilled with the picnic idea and soon we were yakking away at a picnic table and enjoying the sun. "Wow, you packed a perfect picnic!" I had to laugh at this one. My fabulous publicist (aka the one with lovely footwear) is prone to illiteration and has used the phrase "Gourmet Lady packs a perfect picnic" in press releases. It really *was* a perfect picnic. Thanks for flying 500 miles for a picnic!
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